your the scum under a gynocologists fingernail,
i'll make you go round in circles like a dog chasin its tail,
my rhymes'll suck you up like a vacuum made by hoova,
gettin a lyrical beat down is some shit you could get used ta,
i'll decapitate you, so i can be a-head in this event,
if i compared you to shit, i think youd be even.
i'm bumpin you out the way like i was playin sorry,
your rhymes are fuckin played out just like the atari,
don't try to spit " ur gay" shit when ya versin me,
cuz i can flip that shit around when i'm dispersin verses ya see,
you defeatin me is like sayin danny devito's a giant,
your lyrical short as he is tall, so don't bother replyin,
now don't go cryin,or start denyin, talkin bout you wasn't applyin yaself to this,
cuz i'll murda you the second time so you won't have to slit ya wrists,
Ace? sounds like some shit off the flick topgun,
you need to stop tellin yaself that yous hot son,
now i'ma let you go and spit your wack shit,
naw, don't even bother cuz i won and thats it,
now let me stop so your bitch ass can write,
your like man wit no arms tryna put up a fight.